And here was Juno coming back from Argos, Riding the air, and fierce as ever, seeing, As far away as Sicily and Pachynus, Aeneas and the Trojan fleet rejoicing. She saw them building homes, she saw them trusting The friendly land, she saw their ships forsaken. She stopped, she tossed her head, in hurt and hatred, Speaking, with none to listen:--“There they are, The race I hate, the fates that fight my own. They could not die on Sigean fields; they could not Be captured, and stay captured. Troy went down, It seems, in fire, and they rose from the ashes. Armies and flame were nothing; they found the way. Whereas my power, no doubt, lies weak and weary, I have hated them enough, I am tired of hating, I have earned my rest. Or have I? I dared to follow Those exiles over the water with deadly hatred, Used up all threats of sea and sky against them, And what good did it do? Scylla, Charybdis, The Syrtes, all availed me nothing. Tiber Shelters them in his channel now, in safety. What do they care for me, or the threats of ocean? Mars could destroy the giant race of Lapiths, Jupiter put a curse on Calydon To soothe Diana’s anger; what had either, Calydon or the Lapiths, done to merit The vengeance of the gods? But I, great queen Of heaven, wife of Jove, I keep enduring, Dare everything, turn everywhere, for nothing-- I am beaten by Aeneas! So, if my power Falls short of greatness, I must try another’s, Seek aid where I can find it. If I cannot Bend Heaven, I can raise Hell. It will not be given,-- I know, I know--to keep him from his kingdom, To keep him from his bride: Lavinia, Latium, Will come to him in time. It is permitted To keep that time far off. It is permitted To strike their people down. It will cost them something, Their precious father and son. As for the bride, Bloodshed will be her dowry, and Bellona Matron of honor. Hecuba bore one firebrand, And Venus’ issue shall be such another, A funeral torch for Troy re-born.”